Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Ho! For the plains where the dolphins play, And the bend of the mast and spars, And a fight at night with the wild sea-sprite When the foam has drowned the stars. And, pray, what joy can the landsman feel Like the rise and fall of a sliding keel?

Friday, December 25, 2015

Thursday, December 24, 2015

It is my heart-warmed and world-embracing Christmas hope
and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the
admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage (every
man and brother of us all throughout the whole earth), may eventually be
gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except
the inventor of the telephone.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Monday, December 21, 2015

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often "came down" handsomely, and Scrooge never did.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Found this neat video. If you haven't seen KRAMPUS (you should probably go this weekend) this video contains a ton of spoilers.
Love seeing stuff like this. Reminds me of the old Industrial Light and Magic days of movie magic.